Ex-wife, Remarry Me with Your Children

Could this really be Spencer?

He had never been so patient, so gentle, not with me, at least.

Besides, shouldn’t today be a celebration of our son's christening? Yet, he stood there, interacting with others as though he were a mere outsider at this grand event. What was he hiding from me? I couldn’t shake the unease that crept into my chest.

"Tiffany, go and mingle with everyone," Spencer instructed, his tone firm but distant. "The nanny is watching the baby, right? Go on!"

I hesitated for a moment but realized he had a point. If I wanted my son to have a solid place within the Yates family, I needed to integrate myself into this circle of powerful people.

With that, I pushed aside the doubts that gnawed at my mind and agreed. "Okay, I’ll go now."

I gently handed my sleeping son over to the nanny, who I trusted most among the household staff. I warned her to keep a close eye on him and to make sure he wasn’t frightened by all the noise and commotion.

With a teacup in hand, I began greeting the guests. Since I was breastfeeding, I had to drink tea instead of alcohol. Many of the guests praised me, complimenting me on being a dutiful daughter-in-law and a good mother.

This banquet was filled with people from influential families, including Spencer’s high school sweetheart, Lucy and her relatives, the Rivera Family.

I spotted Lucy standing alone, speaking to someone and for a moment, I wondered if I should approach her.

"Tiffany, you’re here!" Lucy called out, her words catching me off guard.

I had no choice but to respond.

"Yes, Lucy," I said, trying to mask my surprise. "Thank you for coming. Let me offer a toast to you."

Back when we were in school, our relationship had always been lukewarm at best. We had kept things polite.

My family background was far humbler than hers and I had never dared to imagine becoming part of her world. I could still hear my father’s advice, “Be low-key.”

She waved her hand dismissively, her tone casual. "Oh, don’t be so formal! After all, we were dormmates. Congratulations! Your son is adorable. I saw him earlier and he’s so cute!"

Her calm demeanor surprised me. Weren’t there rumors of a fierce scandal between her and Spencer?

I had expected some tension, but Lucy seemed unfazed. Was this how affair partners behave nowadays?

"Where’s your son now? I’d love to see him again, that little face is just too precious!" Lucy’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she held my hand, her excitement infectious.

I didn’t like her touch, though it was unexpected. She had always seemed distant, but now, her cheerful personality threw me off.

"He’s asleep. The nanny’s watching him," I explained. "But I can take you to see him if you’d like."

Lucy’s demeanor was warm and inviting and I rarely refused people who seemed well-meaning. Her eyes shone with an innocent brightness that made it hard to suspect her of any ill intentions.

But then, her expression changed. She frowned slightly, her hand tightening around mine as she pulled me out of the crowd, her pace quickening. "Tiffany, are you really comfortable leaving your baby with someone else? There are too many hidden dangers in a rich family’s household. You can’t trust people so easily."

Her anxious words sent a chill down my spine. My heart sped up, panic creeping in as we hurried down the hallway.

"He’s upstairs ... " I muttered.

Lucy strode ahead, pulling me along in her wake, her high heels clicking sharply against the floor as we made our way through the Yateses’ grand estate. Spencer had once told me that our room was located at the innermost corner for peace and quiet.

The baby had been resting in the living room on the second floor, where there had been fewer guests. But now, I wasn’t so sure.

"Don’t overthink it. I might be wrong," Lucy said, her tone softening as she tried to comfort me. But her attempt only deepened my self-blame. How could I have forgotten the potential conspiracies in a family like this? I was a novelist, for heaven’s sake. I should have known better.

We searched frantically and as my eyes scanned every corner, tears welled up. The fear that something might have happened to my son was overwhelming.

Just as the panic threatened to consume me, the nanny appeared, looking nervous and hesitant. "Are you looking for the baby, Ma’am? Your husband and Mr. Scott just took him to the backyard garden.”

Before she could finish her sentence, Lucy grabbed my hand again, dragging me toward the garden. "Tiffany, don’t trust Levi. He may seem charming, but he’s dangerous."

I didn’t have time to question why she was helping me. All I knew was that I needed to find my child. My legs moved faster, keeping pace with Lucy as we raced through the corridors.

Finally, we arrived at the garden. And there they were, Spencer and my son.

The moment our eyes met, something shifted in the atmosphere.

The four of us stood frozen in silence. Levi’s hand rested casually on Spencer’s neck, the two of them close, their interaction more intimate than I’d ever seen before.

I stared, bewildered. The scene in front of me felt unreal, as if I were an outsider looking in on someone else’s family, unsure of where I fit into this bizarre picture.